I had a (not exactly) strange Saturday. My theatre practice was scheduled for 10 in the morning but since my sleeping cycle is complete upside down, I couldn’t sleep at night. With a little worry in my sleepless eyes, I decided to make a list what I thought should do in this year 2019. Before… Read More Something That Itches Make It A Challenge
Ah, the pragmatic joy of undulating time during the random talks within a group! It’s cheering, refreshing, not unnerving and dilutes the additional stress of impatient silence. Even when the silence appears, it doesn’t welcome awkwardness. The introduction becomes easy. Liking seems normal. And if you want to practice your introversive nature, the group allows… Read More The Asynchrony of Group Time
We are in a jungle; a jungle of calamity, a jungle of hurdles, a jungle of murmurs; a jungle of light & fame; a jungle of laughter; a jungle of joy; a jungle of competition; a jungle of you & me; a jungle of who-is-going-to-do-what; and a jungle of us. And every now and then,… Read More When We Forget The Simplicity
This morning, I have had a dream of singing a song which was played for someone special. She seemed to be impressed after a long gap of ignorance. She was smiling for the very first time. I was on some connecting walking lane situated at the top of some building. It was airy and cloudy… Read More Dream Perfecto, We Imperfecto
As the neigh of Beethoven swoops in to give rhythm to the hue and cry of the creativity, once there lived Ignorance. It often went to the cumbersome approach and uplifted their methods to the one who refused to be defeated. And that’s how born Awe. For the sake of over-explaining the above undervalued and… Read More Once Ignorance Was Born
I don’t know what to say. It often starts with that sentence, doesn’t it? Though in the back of our mind, we have a whole lot of decided and undecided thoughts jumbling up and down to come out. But we can’t (won’t) transform those into any words. We know what to say but probably, we… Read More A Draft Pink Cluster of The Random Access Memory
… And you are entrapped in the hotchpotch of jib-jab, the mystery behind ginormous life goals, and the convoluted understanding of yourself. You have gone way past the damnation of overhaul and the dealing with the identity crisis is becoming bitter with every second. You often get agitated, not because people are giving you the… Read More Awakening of The Blue Darkening
